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letra de cycles - kon kyoshi

[intro]
cycles
the definition of insanity
it’s kinda hard to break outa habits when they’re generational
that’s what we call tradition
addiction
the reason that we can’t see ourselves
we lack the vision
the only thing more efficient than divide and conquer is by making the opposition do it on their own volition
up late praying wishing
for my uptake to update, that’s comprehension
way too proud to listen
too broke to pay attention
in need of immediate meditation
medication, intervention
forgotten lesson
this is recollection

[verse 1]
the city under cerulean sorrow
civilians harbor feelings of not seeing tomorrow
committee in comedic conversation nation hollow
bottling emotion rent them out to those who borrow
wings, we fly solo, hoping not to get swallowed
wings, we follow icarus in hopes of extol
wings, made of wax and feathers, strings
to hold together the weathered seams from chasing dreams
balancing on beams with high beams of the light in our eyes
seeing men sink every sunrise
balancing on beams with high beams of the light in our eyes
seeing each falls no surprise
so we rise and we fall, we rise and we fall and we rise
we die and revive, every time
the cycle is much more involved than what we bargained for
the cycles much larger than life
[bridge]
it’s much more than we bargained for
what else are we fighting for
why else do we go to war

[verse 2]
the city under cerulean sorrow
civilians harbor feelings of not seeing tomorrow
baby without a bottle
thinking without a bible
whipping it full throttle just searching for souls to gobble
anything to make us feel alive
funny when we arrived there was an abundance of optimism in our eyes
opposition arise and enthusiasm collides with reality
the cause of the casualty in disguise of maturity
these n-ggas want more from be but these n-ggas won’t morph for me
these n-ggas won’t change
these n-ggas will war for things unimportant divorcing their only purpose encouraging all the carnage we bring
look down humanity slain
but then it ressurects, then it rests
it revives, then it dies
the remains, and it stains
it remains the same way like a cycle
maintains, like a cycle
retain, replaying the same scenes, same pain
(over and over again
and again and again and again and again and again)
…and we gain… nothing

the city under cerulean sorrow
civilians harbor feelings of not seeing tomorrow
some of us know tomorrow
for some of us, no tomorrow
the sum of us, no tomorrow
the summer is no tomorrow

- kon kyoshi

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